Raccoon Fight Club

"We talked about Lana once"

I'm sinking low in my bed
And every message I get
I couldn't care less
Oh I wish that they were somebody else
I bought these dark chocolates for us
And I'm eating them by myself

I'm sewn onto my phone
I'm all alone
This morning I went to the creek
But I can't skip a stone
This is my given right
It's how I spend my nights
I'm in the sweater that I always thought that you would like

And I seen this girl singing that song by The Sundays
She was wearing these green pants that I swear that you have
Her music's amazing
So I saved it to the folder labeled with your name
For the next time
I wish there was a next time
For the next time
Oh let there be a

Now Jillian's making me watch my blood pressure
I say I'll be fine
And it always upsets her
Most times I'm inconvenienced
I just say I'm gonna kill myself
And then move on
But I'm always reading through our messages
Like I'm gonna find something new
Like the lowercases are gonna paint a smile
And the capitals are gonna draw me next to you

I had to tell them I don't wanna see the movie
Jillian's calling, "come meet the new puppy"
I'm crushing the leaves (no matter where I go)
And I miss you so bad that it hurts
Like fighting raccoons where we used to work

We listen to these songs
Sometimes in my head
Until I laugh at something that you never said
I wonder what you'd think
It's all I ever think
But oh well
I guess I'll never know
I guess I'll never know
I guess we'll never know
I guess you'll never (know)

Well I know you're not gonna hear this
But I think you're the reason I'm still doing music
And even though I can't see the point
I'll ask my neighbor if she'll cut my hair again

I'm talking to the tv
I'm hoping it'll hear me out
I'm on the ceiling
I can't quite shake the feeling
Wonder if you miss me
I guess I'm never finding out
Good for whatever
I'm free like whenever

I'm talking to the tv
I'm hoping it'll hear me out
I'm on the ceiling
I can't quite shake the feeling
Wonder if you miss me
I guess I'm never finding out
Good for whatever
I'm free like whenever

I'm talking to the tv
I'm hoping it'll hear me out
I'm on the ceiling
I can't quite shake the feeling
Wonder if you miss me
I guess I'm never finding out
Good for whatever
I'm free like whenever

"And we were talking about Lana del Rey one time"